Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.